Rumors of God

Then suddenly you’re left all alone

With your body that can’t love you

And your will that can’t save you

But now, like a whispering in dark streets

Rumors of God run through your dark blood

                                                          Rilke

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We age

We despair

Evil rules

And hate lives

We wander aimlessly in dark places

Clammy and wretched

And yet

Rumors of love and grace persist

Whispering

In our hearts